what have you done?
I'm so cold, but not from the cold
I want warmth so much, you have a cold
and again that scream in my chest
it hurts me. you choke me.
I am suffocating, but not from those love novels that cheap scribes write in books.
I'm suffocating — it's you. you destroyed everything in me.
are you glad
and those confessions of mine did not break you, and that hour did not break me. what a pity it wasn't you.
I choked now with tears, now with screams, hidden by my sobs.
I'm suffocating — it's you. admit it, even though it's you.